*Long-ish chapter*
As I woke up I realized I fell asleep in Vincent's arms. I slowly got up trying not to wake him. I then stretched and got up to take my medication.
"Haze?" Vincent mumbles in his morning voice. I almost choked on my pills by the sound of his voice as my legs fell weak.
I tell him I'm about to take a shower. He then asks for the time and I tell him its 6:15am. He then quickly got up in a rush and told me he has to go get ready for classes. I said bye and then he sprinted out the door.
As I finish showering I decide to head to the kitchen to see what I have left in my fridge. I then noticed a huge pizza box on my table with a note. I read it out loud "Left some for you and Vinnie <3" I then smile and giggled at her sillyness.
I then placed the two slices she left me in the microwave. After 2 minutes I took it out and sat down to eat it. I then started thinking about my grandmothers incident.
I was seven years old. I was at my grandmother's house when my grandfather came in the room yelling at my grandmother.
"Joseline don't go! Joseline honey you don't know what goes on in that house!"
"But Bill I feel a connection to that house--"
"You feel a connection to a grey house in the woods Joseline!?"
"But--"
"Joseline please!" he grabbed her arm.
"No Bill!"
"Those are the type of houses you see in horror movies Joseline! Honey I don't think this is the wisest decision-"
"BUT I DO!"
"Our granddaughter is right there Joseline just listen to me. Do not go in that house. As a matter of fact don't even go near that house. Don't even look at it!"
"But it's calling my name Bill... It's literally calling my name!"
"That's all the more reason to stay away from it"
"Okay..."
My grandmother didn't listen though. A couple days later they had another fight about the house. But this time it was violent and loud.
Windows were broken, wires were pulled and knives were on the floor. They didn't actually intend hurt each other. My grandmother just grabbed the knives out of anger.
I was there. My mother was also there. I was only seven. My mother was 23. We were both huddling up in the corner of the house on the floor just watching. My mother tried to get me out the house away from the fight. But it was too dangerous.
My grandmother was carelessly swinging her knife around and shouting without a care in the world.
My grandfather flipped a table for Christs sake. Things were thrown and neighbors were crowding outside our house. Not just neighbors. But people from other neighborhoods were also outside our house.
My father and elder sister pulled up from my sister's dance practice. The police showed up as well. However my grandmother left and most likely went straight into the house.
We never saw her again.
A couple days later the police found my grandfather dead outside his house. He committed suicide from the loss of my grandmother.
After that I balled my eyes out every single day until I was 10. That's when I realized the world was a cruel place.
I was young, naive, just like my grandmother. I was angry at the world.
I started slacking off in school and took counseling. Nothing helped.
When I was 12. I decided to focus on nothing but my studies. That didn't hide my trauma though. It was always there. It never left.
I blamed myself for the incident. Earlier the day of the incident my grandmother was helping me with my homework. She then asked me if she should go inside the house.
I was young. I didn't know the consequences of "the house" so I cluelessly said yes. I thought the house was from this made up fairy tale. I had a big imagination and pictured the world as cupcakes and rainbows.
The guilt never left it was just suppressed, hidden, ignored.
I never told anyone about it not even Vincent. Only my family, my therapist, and the neighbors who stuck their damn noses in our business know about the incident.
I don't think they even live in our neighborhood anymore.
My grandparents house got renovated and sold to some old couple. Every time I drive pass they're house it just reminds me of the incident. I don't take that route anymore.
There are other traumas that caused my ptsd but the incident was a huge supporting factor. Now I take medication. Specifically anti-depressants.
Vincent never lived in our neighborhood when it happened. He lived 30 minutes away yet our parents still managed to remain best friends and send us to the same school.
He always supported me and comforted me when I was feeling low. He was like a pillow that I could always lie on. He never knew why I was suddenly always crying yet he was still there for me. That's what makes him special. He's just... Different. He's... He's Vincent...
As I finish my last bite of pizza I notice the time and realized I was zoned out way longer than I imagined. I then grab my stuff and rush to campus.
As I'm driving in my car I see the house again. As I pass it I suddenly feel puke in the back of my throat. My ears started ringing and my head was pounding. I started to panic. I sped up the car passing the speed limit.
I don't care about the speed limit anymore. There is just something not right about that house and I will find out.
As I enter Mr. Park's class for juvenile justice. I noticed Tara giving him the 'eyes'
Professor Park and Tara have had a thing for the past two months. I don't know how they haven't been caught yet but I don't think it's my business.
James Park is the youngest and hottest Professor on campus. Well I personally think he's a second to Professor Sylvia Vecline she is out of this world type hot.
I glanced at Tara again and this time she's practically drooling on her notes.
I then look at Esmeralda beside me who is also chuckling at Tara's obvious simping.
I then notice a guy in a red hoodie staring at me. He has been in our class all year yet we have never spoken to him nor has he ever said a word in our class.
"Can I help you?!" I ask him annoyed. He doesn't respond he just keeps staring. Relda noticed I was uncomfortable.
"Hey dumbass my friend is speaking to You!" She yelled. He then looked away.
"Ms. Abott!" the teacher yelled. I give her a quick smile. She bumped our shoulders and said "Anything for my best friend." We then talked the rest of class.
After class I meet up with all my friends. I then notice the guy in the red hoodie coming up to me.
"You are very beautiful may I get your number?" With a very obvious and butchered forced british accent.
I couldn't believe the audacity of this man to come up and ask for my number after how he acted in class today. I didn't even know his name.
I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt because I didn't want to break his heart as I can be a very soft hearted person. So I gave him my number.
I half expected him to leave but he didn't. Instead he got on one foot and said "My love will you go out with me tonight?"
I heard Vincent let out huge gasp as he held his chest and almost fell backwards. My galfriends held him up as he tried to catch his breath.
I then turn back around to see the guy still on his knees giving me the puppy eyes. This guy is weird.
I tell him I'm busy tonight. I have nothing to do tonight but I am not spending it with this creep.
He got up and kissed my hand then left.
I turn back around and ran up to Vincent. "Are you okay Vin"
"Nothing I was just... Ahem. Shocked yea that's it."
"You're so dramatic Vin" I state as I let out a small giggle.
The guy's POV
That girl... I need her. She is the key to everything. I need her to trust me.
Once I have her trust I'll just lie my way through everything. That should work.
Vincent's POV
As I watch that guy get on one knee I almost had a heart attack I gasped and fell backwards.
Who is that guy and why does he suddenly want to go out with my girl-
I mean my friend. Does she know him?
All I know is that I can't let him take her away from me. Not now. Whoever he is. I love her too much to let her go.
Maybe I'm overthinking she just told him no. I should be fine. Everything is alright. I won't loose her.
Hazel's POV
I'm at the movies with my friends. Yes we go almost everyday. Mostly when the theater is empty. I then see my college professor who was absent today in one of the front rows. It was Professor Adimin Barlowe.
I tell my friends to hold my popcorn. I then sprint down the stairs and sit next to him.
"What is it now Hazel?" he sighs.
"Listen teach, I know its something you don't want to talk about but I NEED to know or I'll find out myself and end up like my grandmother. Do you want that to happen"
"Listen Hazel, don't mess with things you don't want to know about." He then leaves and finds the seat farthest away from me to watch his damn movie. He chooses the one in the back corner of the theater.
I couldn't believe his tone towards me. I thought we were closer than that but I guess not.
Adimin's POV
It's best if she doesn't know the full story...
Its even worse with Michael Cadden attending our school.
You never know what that kid is up too.
Hazel's POV
The movie ends and I hop in my car and head back to my apartment. I took a different route this time.
I then open my apartment door and flop on my bed in exhaustion.
I was thinking. Thinking about a lot of things.
I hear a knock on my door "Come in if you have a key!" I yelled. I then hear my door open
"Girl Time!!" My friends yelled. I smiled and chuckled a little bit
"What are these girls up to this time" I start laughing and smiling.